Songtext von Tonight We're Meat

Tonight We're Meat : Painted it white Painted it white Red, sore and black at the core I painted it white There's a street in your name A street in your name Short avenue The houses are blue Street in your name Everything was rented Every dime was spent and the Fire was stoked From inseam to hem I am a dying specimen The local joke I'm a tramp Everybody rides my ramp Tonight I'm meat Straight to your head Straight to your head Nobody noticed the cause of the change Straight to your head It was a limited run A limited run Turn off the lights Lock up the place when you're done